She sad alone in a dark room.
No one listens she thought.
No one is here.
Why am I still in silence she tough when she put her earplugs in her phone.
What should I listen to?
She randomly put on a song.
Where exactly was she. Was she even still alive.
She layed down and looked at her wrists.
There was so much blood she took a knife and cut again.
And again and again.
Until she felt nothing anymore.
The next morning she woke up from a terrible scream and a lot of sobs.
She opened her eyes and looked who it was.
It was her mother. She couldn't move but she saw her crying but she didn't understand why she was crying. Her father walked in he also did a loud scream. She could finally move but what she saw made her scream only no noise got out. She was laying in her bed with her wrists full of blood. She tried to talk but no noise came out not one little sound.
And she finally understood that it would never be back because she left it there. There where she nor her parents would ever be able to hear it again.
